Two Loves for Alex (12 page)

Slow your breathing. You can do this.
Daniel’s warm, kind voice slid into her head and for a moment she almost thought she’d heard them aloud. She remembered Liam was close by, though from her position on the bed she couldn’t see him. She obeyed the phantom Master in her head, taking several long, slow breaths. Her ass was tingling, ready for the spanking, and despite being draped over a female, she couldn’t deny the tingle in her pussy as well.

“We begin.” Marianne swatted her once, not very hard.

“One,” Alex said. She swatted her again and Alex continued to count. By the time they were up to twenty Alex was breathing easy. Marianne was hitting her hard but not too hard for her to tolerate. In fact it was perfect—just the right amount of heft and sting, the swats catching her on the fleshiest part of her ass.

She wasn’t prepared when Marianne nudged her thighs apart and slipped two fingers beneath the lace of her thong. Alex moaned in spite of herself as Marianne drew her fingers along the cleft and slipped them into Alex’s pussy. As quickly as they were there the fingers were gone and Marianne struck her ass again, much harder this time.

“Twenty-one!” Alex cried breathlessly. The next five swats were just as hard and Alex began to squirm, balling her hands into fists to keep from reaching back and blocking the blows.

She tensed, her breath sharp and high in her throat. Once again the warm fingers slid against her labia and rolled her engorging clit until Alex began to thrust back wantonly against them.

“She’s so easy, Liam. Your sub is a slut, did you know that?”

Alex stilled at once, her face burning. She hid it against her quilts and tried to close her legs. “Keep them open, slut.” Marianne punctuated her command with a very hard smack on the upper part of Alex’s ass. This hurt much more than lower down and Alex gasped.

She squealed when the hand landed next on her wet pussy. “Count,” Marianne commanded. She smacked Alex’s sex ten more times, each one harder than the last.

Somehow Alex managed to count though tears sprang to her eyes and she could barely catch her breath. Finally at forty Marianne returned her attentions of Alex’s ass.

The glowing sting on both ass and cunt, coupled with her throbbing clit and needy pussy, made the next twenty or so swats deeply pleasurable for Alex. She ached for a cock to slip into her and knew if only someone would fuck her she could orgasm just from the penetration.

But Marianne obviously didn’t have a cock and didn’t even seem inclined to touch her pussy again, which by this point Alex would have welcomed regardless of Marianne’s gender. Instead she hit her harder. There was nothing sensual in the blows that followed. It was a beating, pure and simple.

Alex couldn’t find her voice to count. She began to whisper the numbers between whimpers. “Seventy-four…seventy…five…” The blows continued to rain over her skin, smashing her down, exploding in her brain like firecrackers.

Coherent thought fled along with her body’s ability to respond. She was ground into the bed with each numbing blow and then…

And then, like a diver held under the water too long, she burst from the pain and into the cool, pure white light of erotic pain-induced pleasure. She no longer knew if she was counting or what number they might have reached. She heard the crack of Marianne’s hard hand against her ass but she felt nothing save the swish of silk against cream.

Her body was completely relaxed, every muscle eased to jelly, her bones dissolving and flowing with her blood into a warm cascade of utter peace. After a while that could have been a minute or an hour she became aware the spanking had stopped. She could hear murmuring voices, one alto, the other Liam’s deep, sexy baritone.

Then he was beside her, his hand resting lightly on her back. “Alex. Hey.”

“Mmmm,” she managed.

“You okay?”

“Mmmm.”

She tried but failed to nod her head. He stroked her hair, lifting it off her face. His lips touched her cheek. Alex drifted in and out of a deep, comfortable place. It wasn’t sleep precisely. It was that dreamy, ethereal place Daniel and Liam had taken her to from time to time with an especially intense whipping or spanking. It was that bit of heaven attained only by working through the purgatory of erotic pain.

“You stay where you are, beautiful girl. Just rest until you’re ready. I need to check on Daniel.”

“Mmmm.”

She slipped away.

~*~

Matthew stood in front of the two tethered men, running his fingers through the braided tresses of the flogger with an evil smile on his face. “I guess you’re all mine now, hmm, Daniel?”

Daniel ducked his head submissively. Matthew moved behind him, brushing his back with the flogger in long sweeping strokes. It felt good, waking his nerve endings and sending a rush of pleasure directly to his cock, which began to lengthen.

Anthony had produced a second flogger. He pulled two silk scarves from the inner pocket of his jacket. “Let’s blindfold them. It will help them focus.”

Scarves were tied over their eyes for which Daniel was grateful. He wouldn’t be distracted by Phillip in front of him or the other scenes going on around them.

“Phillip’s safeword is Betty, the name of his dreaded ex.” Matthew laughed. “What’s yours, Daniel?”

“Lemon, Sir.” Daniel had no intention of using his safeword. He could certainly handle a flogging. Still he was glad Matthew had asked. Anthony was an unknown quantity.

The flogging began, rapidly intensifying from a sweep of leather to a steady stinging stroke that moved from Daniel’s shoulders to his thighs and up again. He leaned into the thuddy sting, reveling in it, embracing it.

There was a pause in the flogging and some movement. When the leather struck again, the knotted tips curled sharply around his hip and cut along the bone, the sharp pain catching him by surprise. He gasped and jerked forward before catching himself, bumping against Phillip.

The whip continued to strike randomly, the braids snapping against his ass, his thighs and even at the more tender flesh along his sides. He was unable to anticipate the strokes. Sweat prickled in his armpits and beaded on his forehead. He struggled to ease his breathing, using breath control to work through the pain.

All of a sudden Phillip smashed against him with a sharp cry and then fell away. “I guess muscles aren’t the measure of a real man, eh?” Anthony’s tone was derisive. Phillip gave another cry and again pressed against Daniel.

This time he felt Phillip’s erection, which matched his own. In the back of his mind Daniel marveled at himself and his libido. It got him hot to be suspended in chains, naked and tethered to another naked man while being flogged in front of a crowd of onlookers. He thrilled to the stinging stroke of the leather and to the fact he couldn’t get away even if he’d wanted to.

Suddenly a series of wicked, biting blows rained over his shoulders and he stumbled against Phillip with a cry of his own. Hurriedly he righted himself, embarrassed at his loss of control.

The flogging continued, easing into a steady intense rhythm that nearly lulled Daniel into a submissive trance though he couldn’t quite let go enough to get there.

He heard Anthony’s softly accented voice. “They can both take a beating with a flogger, no question. How about we raise the stakes a bit? A good caning is a quick way to separate the men from the boys.”

Daniel tensed at these words. He loved the cane when Liam was the one handling it. Being caned by a stranger, even a skilled one, was another matter. A cane in the hands of someone who was unskilled could be very dangerous, cutting the skin and even drawing blood.

No one had asked his opinion. Nevertheless he could have protested. No scenes could take place without everyone’s express consent. He didn’t want to embarrass himself and his Master by questioning the scene and so he kept quiet.

He heard Matthew speak for his sub. “Phillip loves the cane. He’s a total pain whore. You can beat him bloody and he’ll just say, ‘Please, Sir, can I have another?’ Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” Phillip replied in his silky, feminine tenor.

“What about you, Daniel? Do you have the balls, or does Phillip win by default?” Matthew’s tone was teasing but he gripped Daniel’s scrotum, squeezing hard as he spoke.

“I can take a caning, Sir,” Daniel answered, trying not to wince. He kept his voice neutral though Matthew’s remark served its purpose of honing his competitive impulse.

The blindfold was pulled from Daniel’s eyes. He squinted a moment and focused on Anthony, who was standing in front of him holding two canes. Phillip’s blindfold had also been removed.

“I want you to see what we’re going to be using on you, slave boys. The handle is cocobolo wood. The cane itself is made from oiled rattan and it leaves a lovely welt. We’ll decide when you’ve had enough. Let’s see…” Pausing, he turned to Matthew. “How should we punish the loser?”

“We’ll make him suck the winner’s cock. That should be a nice show.” The small crowd gathered around them burst into guffaws and applause. Daniel’s stomach clutched nervously and he wished Liam were there.

Nevertheless he couldn’t deny his arousal at being naked and chained in front of all these people, endorphins from the flogging still warming his blood. Later that night he would tell Liam all about it. For now he would close his eyes and center himself. Maybe if he were relaxed enough he could even fly, allowing the cane to take him to that bright, elusive place where pain was redefined. When Daniel flew he was lifted out of himself into an altered state like nothing else he’d experienced on this earth.

He heard the whistle of the rod a fraction of a second before it struck him across both cheeks. The thud of impact was followed by a harsh sting that built to a hot, intense burning. Despite his intention to flow with the pain, the first cut nearly overwhelmed him and he stiffened, gripping the chains above his wrists so hard they nearly cut into his hands.

“Stop resisting,” Anthony ordered, and Daniel knew he was right. He’d never get through this if he didn’t relax.
Do it for Liam
, he told himself. For all he knew, Liam had returned to the playroom and was watching him. He didn’t dare twist around to look. Instead he took several deep, cleansing breaths, willing the tension to slide from his body. When Anthony struck him again, he felt the line of fire just as keenly as the last one but he was able to process it differently. The pain shifted into something approaching pleasure, though he wasn’t quite there.

He endured several more fiery strokes, one just above the other across both cheeks and found himself settling into the rhythm of the beating. Then abruptly the rhythm changed. He wasn’t prepared for the cut of the cane across his shoulder blades. He grunted and jerked hard against his wrist cuffs, instinctively twisting his body away.

There was no escape. The cane caught him across the center of his back, the tip sinking like snake fangs into his side. It felt as if the rattan were cutting his skin. This caning was much rougher than anything Liam had ever subjected him to.

He forgot his breathing techniques. He knew he was bunching his muscles but he couldn’t focus long enough to concentrate. The cane was slicing his skin, cutting deep swaths of pure, unfiltered pain along his back, ass and thighs. He began to dance on his toes, desperate to avoid the lash.

Where was Liam? Would he hear if he called? Blood was roaring in Daniel’s ears. The salt of his sweat stung the abraded skin of his back and sides. Still the biting cane whistled and struck.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m sorry, Liam, I can’t…

He opened his mouth to say the word he’d never had to utter in the fourteen months he’d lived with Liam but Phillip beat him to it. “Betty! Betty!”

All at once the caning stopped. Daniel sagged against his wrists cuffs, his heart smashing like a trapped animal in the cage of his ribs. He was dimly aware of people talking around him but he couldn’t make out the words above the rushing sound in his head.

He opened his eyes to see Matthew had released Phillip and pushed him to his knees. “What’s wrong with you?” Matthew demanded of his sub. “You can take more than that.”

Phillip’s face and chest were wet with sweat. His cock was fully erect and his expression was curiously triumphant, his eyes glittering with lust. He stared pointedly at Daniel’s cock and licked his chops like a hungry wolf. The crowd around them began to egg Phillip on, eager to see the second act of their show.

Daniel was left cuffed to the chains that hung from the ceiling. Phillip knelt up and took Daniel’s cock into his mouth. Greedily he sucked it while stroking Daniel’s balls. Despite his stinging back, in short order Daniel’s cock engorged and stiffened against Phillip’s eager tongue.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure, blocking out the hoots and jeers from the crowd. Liam hadn’t permitted him to come for a while and it wasn’t long before he jerked against Phillip with a groan as he ejaculated. Phillip held him steady and continued to suck him as if his life depended on it, not letting go until he’d milked him dry. There was a smattering of applause and laughter and Daniel opened his eyes, vaguely embarrassed at his public display.

“
Daniel.
” Liam was behind him. Daniel twisted toward his voice. He was confused by the dark, angry expression on Liam’s face. “Let him down.” Daniel was quickly released. He stood where he was, not sure what Liam wanted from him. In a quiet, dangerous voice Liam spoke to Matthew. “I wasn’t aware you planned to cane them, Matthew.”

Matthew smiled uncertainly. “It was Anthony’s idea. These canes are really cool and easy to handle. Both our boys took it well though I think Phillip cried wolf so he could suck Daniel’s gorgeous cock.” He reached down and ruffled his sub’s hair affectionately.

“Excuse me, Liam,” the Spanish whip maker interjected. “I apologize if I overstepped. I wasn’t aware there were specific limits placed on the scene. If I had known…” Anthony let the sentence hang. Was it Daniel’s imagination or was there the trace of a sneer in his voice?